Depression is laying your head down in your arms and crying hot tears, even though the sun is shining bright in the Independence Day sky, your salad is sure to be a hit at the family get-together tonight, and your husband wasn’t put out a bit that dinner was incredibly late. Still, the wretched tears will come even though there is no logical reason for them to be there.
Depression is sitting in the parking lot looking at the distance from the car to the doors of the grocery store, and not knowing how you’ll ever have the energy to walk there.
Depression is drinking a whole pot of coffee, but the only way you can tell you’ve consumed that much caffeine is because your sluggish mind can register that your heart is doing weird flips.
Depression is being able to stare into the distance for hours with an empty mind.
Depression is clinging with your arms around your husband’s waist, knowing that he is the only thing keeping you upright.
Depression is knowing that one of these days his loving support will run out and he will leave.
Depression is standing in the store staring dumbly at the laundry baskets, knowing that you need one but not having the energy to carry it to the checkout.
Depression is leaving the store without the laundry basket.
Depression is treading water, being so tired, so exhausted, but knowing that if you stop, you will drown.
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